onesome, Mr. Constable."

"We'll just cure that, then," answered Burke. "I'll introduce you to
the very finest girl in the world, and she'll show you that hearts beat
as warmly in a big city as they do in a village of two hundred people."

Bobbie lost no time in telephoning Mary Barton, who was just on the
point of leaving Monnarde's candy store.

She came directly uptown to meet the country girl and take her to the
modest apartment for the night.

Bobbie devoted the interim to making his report on the unusual
circumstances of his one-man raid ... and dodging the police reporters
who were on the scene like hawks as soon as the news had leaked out.

Despite his declaration that the credit should go to the precinct in
which the arrests had been made half a dozen photographers, with their
black artillery-like cameras had snapped views of the house, and some
grotesque portraits of the young officer. Other camera men, with
newspaper celerity, had captured the aristocratic features of Reggie
Van Nostrand and his racing car, as he sat in it before his Fifth
Avenue club. It was such a story that city editors gloated over, and
it was to give the embarrassed policeman more trouble than it was worth.

Bobbie's telephone report to Captain Sawyer, explaining his absence
from the downtown station house was greeted with commendation.

"That's all right, Burke, go as far as you like. A few more cases like
that and you'll be on the honor list for the Police Parade Day. Clean
it up as soon as you can," retorted his superior.

When Mary took charge of Henrietta Bailey, the hapless girl felt as
though life were again worth living. After a good cry in the matron's
room, she was bundled up, her rattan suitcase and the weather-beaten
band boxes were carried over to the Barton home.

"I don't know whether you had better say anything about this Baxter to
Lorna or not," said Bobbie, as he stood outside the house, to start on
his way downtown. "It's a horrible affair, and her escape from the
man's clutches was a close one."

"She's cured now, however," stoutly declared Mary. "I have no fears
for Lorna."

"Then do as you think best. I'll see you to-morrow afternoon, there at
the store, and you can take supper downtown with me if you would like.
If there is any way I can help about this girl let me know."

They separated, and Mary took her guest upstairs.

Her father was greatly excited for he had just put the finishing
touc